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A strange scene appeared on the rooftop. If the technique activated by the seven experts was considered a fortress, then the sword qi that flew out from under Cheng Qing's feet was like a giant boulder being shot from a catapult. When the two crossed paths, the sky was overflowing with colors and lights.
The howling of the wind was like the wailing of ghosts and the howling of wolves. Brick after tile flew up from the surrounding houses, and tree branches and leaves were shattered as they swirled and spun in the air as if heavy snow was falling.
The blazing white light was blinding. It was as if a huge sun had risen on the rooftop, causing the cultivators on the long street to turn their heads to look at each other, unable to open their eyes.
The magnificent scenery looked like an immortal palace being shattered as it fell from the clouds. When the light finally dissipated and disappeared, the cultivators on the street finally saw that the two Stage Six Ascended Patriarchs had already disappeared, only leaving behind the broken remains of their limbs on the ground and roof.
The head of the Liu family and the other head of the family had already fallen down from the roof. They were lying on the street, gasping for breath, blood all over them.
The three of them were not in a good mood. Zhu half-knelt, Xu Dahei vomited blood, and Zhao E's face was pale as paper even though she was standing straight. The hairpin had fallen off, and her long hair was draped over her shoulders.
Where's Cheng Qing?
Cheng Qing had already taken a step forward, flying backwards and landing on the street. It was almost the same spot where he had activated the Lotus Sea Wuya. At this moment, he had bent over with his sword and spat out a mouthful of blood. When he raised his head to look at Zhao E and the others, his eyes were still like those of a wolf's, but they had not moved for a long time.
The cultivators on the long street looked at the rooftops in horror and then looked at Cheng Qing in horror. They looked at each other in dismay, not daring to move. Just now, Chen Qinglian's swordplay was just too overwhelming. In their eyes, he was worthy of being called an immortal.
Two sixth-level ascendants were immediately dismembered, and two seventh-level ascendants were severely injured. Only Zhao Yanmei and the other two were still standing, and they did not look relaxed at all. Such a scene left a deep impression in the hearts of the crowd.
In their eyes, the current Cheng Qing was akin to a raging lion. With a flick of a finger, he could tear them apart. How could they dare to fight against him?
The long street fell into silence, a brief, eerie silence that could be heard with a pin drop.
The night wind blew, stirring up the long hair of many people. The smell of blood assaulted their nostrils, causing them to shiver all of a sudden.
However, the silence did not last long. Xu Delei shouted in a low voice, "That kid's Essence is almost exhausted, and he is seriously injured. We can't hold on much longer, let's attack him together and mince him up! Whoever can take his head off, will become an elder of the Xu family! "
When the cultivators on half the street heard Xu Dalei's shout, many of them recovered from their shock. Xu Dalei was right, Chen Qing was only a sixth level swastika cultivator after all, not a demon immortal. His elemental energy would be depleted, and his injuries wouldn't be fake.